Love Lost And Found: He Found Her In A Harris Teeter…And Let Her Get Away. We Need Your Help Finding Her!

Love Lost and Found: one Bert Show listener saw this woman at a Harris Teeter supermarket and decided “I need to find her!” If you know her, email Producer Tracey at tracey@thebertshow.com!

Zach is looking for a girl he spotted at Harris Teeter in Nashville. It was in the Belle Meade Harris Teeter on Friday, February 8th. He was by the magazine rack at the entrance, and she had probably just come up the elevator and was standing by a blonde woman with a baby – maybe her sister. Zach was picking up a lunch deal at the deli and she was getting stuff for game night that her sister and brother-in-law were hosting.

In short: Harris Teeter girl was seen at the Harris Teeter in Belle Meade.

1. About 5’5
2. Brunette
3. Cute
4. Nice voice
5. Cute
6. Drives a silver Lexus
7. Was at the Harris Teeter at around 2:15.
8. Cute
9. Sort of looks like Natalie Portman
10. Has an older sister, or friend, that is blonde, that also has a baby.
11. She’s cute….in case that wasn’t clear.

Oh, also – Zach apologies for calling you Harris Teeter girl.

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What Zach Looks Like

Romantic Zach:

Long underwear cowboy Zach (safe for work – just like his love).
Long underwear cowboy Zach can also double as mustache Zach.

Almost laughing Zach:

Fun Zach:

The full story:

2:15. Friday. February 8th. That was the moment I laid eyes on you. I remember the time exactly because I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch at the Harris Teeter in Belle Meade at 12:30. Work kept me late, and my friend was kind enough to wait a while to lunch with me at 2:15 at the Harris Teeter in Belle Meade. I think it was fate that kept me late.

2:15. That’s when I walked into the Harris Teeter in Belle Meade on Friday the 8th of February. I first noticed my friend, Brett, playing Fruit Ninja or something on his iPhone by the magazine rack at the entrance. I said hi – and that’s when I looked past Brett and saw you. My missed connection, my love, my Harris Teeter Girl.

2:15. You had probably just come up the elevator and were standing by a blonde woman with a baby. I think she was grabbing a shopping cart or doing something with her baby or I really don’t know because all I could do was stare at your beautiful face. You were speaking to the blonde woman — probably your delightful, family-oriented older sister — and I couldn’t tell you a single word you said but I remember your voice, oh sweet goodness, your voice — it was like drops of sweet honey on the strings of a violin in the hands of an expert concertmaster. I’m not sure an instrument exists that can match your dulcet tones.

We walked by each other and shared a brief, furtive glance. I know a lot of people on missed connections say “we had a moment.” Well this wasn’t our moment – not yet.

Brett and I were picking up $2.99 lunch deals at the deli – you and you’re sister were no doubt gathering healthy and delicious food items for the game night she and your brother-in-law were hosting. Because family is important to you, you were helping your sister shop and cook dinner for game night. I love that you love helping people, Harris Teeter Girl.

I normally carry on a witty repartee with the sweet lady who makes my lunch at Harris Teeter, but today I had other things on my mind – other things like What is your name? Do you have plans for the rest of your life? And did you get those big, beautiful eyes from mom or dad?

I knew that if we were supposed to be together, we would be reunited soon. And we were reunited – in check-out line number 12. Brett and I had our $2.99 lunch deals, and you were helping your older sister with all those fun, healthy foods for game night dinner. You were right there in line – right in front of me – your raven locks of hair shielding the glory of your face from blinding my eyes.

A new cashier came forward and moved me to another line. I couldn’t see you now – you were behind me, and secretly I hoped that you were watching me, waiting for me to turn around and ask you your opinion on raw versus cooked vegetables or your favorite type of dark chocolate.

But I didn’t turn around. How could I? I was so nervous I think I tried to swipe my library card to pay (readers are leaders, Harris Teeter Girl). But after a few awkward moments of fumbling around with my $2.99 lunch deal, you and your older sister had finished paying and were walking towards the escalator. I waited for you to turn around and catch me watching you, to catch me longing for you to see me longing for your love. And you did – you turned your head and met my gaze – and together we shared a moment that took me to the edge of infinity and dropped me into an ocean of forever, an ocean where our burning love would light up the skies and keep you safe and warm forever (forever ever? Yes, Harris Teeter Girl – forever ever).

You held my helpless, lovelorn gaze long enough, you coy little minx, before turning to attend to your older sister and her baby. You helped her put the shopping cart in the shopping cart escalator meant to carry shopping carts into the lower level of the parking garage. This was my moment – my missed connection! I could have used one of the thousand escalator jokes I have to let you know how witty and confident I am. But I didn’t. I didn’t tell you my knock-knock-escalator joke or compliment you on your beautiful hair or boldly ask you to share your life with me for the rest of forever – I just admired the grace and strength with which you loaded the shopping cart onto the shopping cart escalator and thought about where I’d take you on our month long honeymoon (beach or mountains? Mountains? I bet you’re a mountain lakehouse girl, but we’d also be close enough to that beautiful, secluded beach your family owns to try out the snorkel gear your crazy uncle gave as a wedding gift).

I watched, helpless and stupid, as you glided down the escalator and out of my life. And then I watched again as you and your older sister drove out of the parking garage and passed the window where we were eating our $2.99 lunch deals – out of the parking garage and out of my life for a second time. Were you looking for me through that window? Were you hoping to catch one last glimpse of me as you were whisked away in your older sister’s silver Lexus? (hey, it’s ok if you’ve got expensive tastes – I plan on working hard to pay for your habits, Harris Teeter Girl, not the least of which are those delightful and expensive airplane cookies from the Netherlands I know you love)

I should have chased you down – I’m fast, I could have done it… well, that and you were stopped in line for the Regions ATM out back. But I hesitated. I ran out too late (power walked – I go to that Harris Teeter a lot and I don’t want management thinking I’m crazy and refusing to sell me those delicious airplane cookies), and you were gone.

Harris Teeter Girl, you are my missed connection. If you’re reading this now, I know how you must feel. You’re scared – scared of how strong our love is, and we don’t even know each other! But I know you, Harris Teeter Girl. I know you love family – and I do too. Harris Teeter Girl, we would have the most handsome, successful, well liked children – children that will care for us when we’re old and can’t remember where we left our pants. I know you’re all about love and respect – I can tell by the way you love your body, fueling it with all those healthy foods, and by the way you respect my heart, not tempting me with too much of your beauty. You’re good to yourself, Harris Teeter Girl, and good to me, too. Know this, Harris Teeter Girl – I was made to love you.

I believe in our love, Harris Teeter Girl. I believe we’ll see each other again. “But there’s so much we don’t know about each other?” We’ve got time, Harris Teeter Girl – we’ve got the rest of our lives for all that. But now that I know you’re out there – I don’t want to spend another day without you in my life.

So I’ll be waiting for you – at the Harris Teeter in Belle Meade – Friday at 2:15 – for the rest of the Fridays of my life. I want to change your world, Harris Teeter Girl – let me love you.